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Medicine of the Broken Owl
Hearing the slow burn and crackle of his pipe was familiar and strangely comforting. Dark cherry and oak undertones always seemed to be lingering on his clothes, mixed with the scent of long days and fresh air. My Pa was sturdy like an oak tree and stubborn like a mule. I could only say that because these traits were mine too.
By Green Yoga Project4 years ago in Fiction
Spoken Word
The air is silent. You hear the swift deep inhale before the sounds. Intrinsically connected, language and voice, songs and visuals, creating an experience like no other. The heart strings are floating in mid air and you hear the rapid swell of inhales and exhales among the breath of a story. You feel the person's heartbeat through their words as they give you a taste of perception. A perception so intimate that you may get to wear their skin for a moment . Like that old tale of the Celtic selkies, you change form and try something new. You share a story driven by soul or humor, simple human discovery, or anything else that moves you. Poetry is medicine. We cure the stale air of masks worn for too long, and shed the irony like a snake, ready to be delivered into something real. Authentic richness that is rarely felt in the cold experience of electronics.
By Green Yoga Project5 years ago in Poets
Keep it Simple. Do Yoga
I remember when I began to discover the power of practicing yoga asana. As a young adult, I was feeling a sense of displacement. I felt confused about the world and my place in it. Nothing seemed to fit quite right in the puzzle pieces that life had given me. From this place of a quiet desperation that cloaked my experience of the world, I came across a book called “Light on Yoga” by BKS Iyengar. I read the beginning pages and felt a deep relief, because there was a path, tools for liberation, a system that brought freedom to the body, mind and soul.
By Green Yoga Project5 years ago in Longevity
Cutting around the Edges:
You know that sound? The scissors, slicing through the paper, sharp and clean. A chorus of what’s to come, if you will. That satisfying introduction to the project ahead. It’s exciting and empowering, that small fraction of the process. Tools definitely make a difference! I am learning this as a new entrepreneur.
By Green Yoga Project5 years ago in Motivation
Sailing on the Moon
She didn’t wait long. The sky played with the colors of pink and blue and purple, the soft edges of the clouds dipped gently in gold. Sunset’s magnificent painting, washing away the day. She knew that “tomorrow is never promised” as they say, so she took a deep breath and let go of what seemed like bundles of failure. She let the fear drown in the disappearing shadows and watched the spectacle of light dance on the water and forgive the disappointments.
By Green Yoga Project5 years ago in Humans
Mark and Merlot
“Oh my gosh, what am I doing?” she thought, as she entered the hustle and bustle of New York City. This was just a stop along the way, to be quite honest. Most people are snuggled in debilitating fear during this unusual pandemic, but not her. She was on her way towards the equator, where a magical Rasta man awaited her. Their first date seemed like complete fate.
By Green Yoga Project5 years ago in Humans
